She weighed about a dime and plus, eyes filled with lustBody parts make my CK's bust but can't touchShe's out with the next man, spittin out grandsHe puttin jewels on her hands, that cost like landI can't compete he got shit on the street, my dough's weekGot you laced in the illest of suites, Gucci sheetsSo far from us, your hazel eyes front lustor is it all these blunts, that be makin me nuts?You got me feelin you, sweatin on your New York toneI could be healin you, sexin you when he ain't homeA intellectual, baby we could start with the phoneor we could smoke some trees, like the birds and beesGot me hot like gunshots, stuck like trafficDrippin like Dom P, girl you so freaky!Move your body round like a sex machineBut honeydip wants nuttin but the green